We're after Girty, you remember; and it's a long shot from here--full three hundred yards." "You're right, Jack, you're right," answered Wetzel, breathing hard.
"Let's wait, and see what comes off." "Jack, I can't do it.

It'll make our job harder; but I can't help it.

I can put a bullet just over the Huron's left eye, an' I'm goin' to do it." "You can't do it, Lew; you can't! It's too far for any gun.

Wait! Wait!" whispered Jonathan, laying his hand on Wetzel's shoulder.
"Wait?
Man, can't you see what the unnamable villain is doin' ?" "What ?" asked Zane, turning his eyes again to the glade.
The converted Indians sat with bowed heads.

Half King raised his war-club, and threw it on the ground in front of them.
"He's announcin' the death decree!" hissed Wetzel.
"Well! if he ain't!" Jonathan looked at Wetzel's face.